We ride as three, Charlotte, Robert and Me
As pack leader, I drive my bright red car
Charlotte, her hybrid just behind, not far
Robert riding a cool green motorbike
brings up the rear, all gentlemanly like
We are the Petrolhead Fraternity
Driving, for what seems an eternity
Happy, when we're out, carefree, freewheeling
Wind in our faces, such a good feeling
We take corners ultra-aggressively
Spin rubber tyres, oh so impressively
So nearly there, all over, but the shout
When suddenly, Mummy's money runs out.
Mum says ‘’be good’’ we’ll return if you’d like
Next time, I bagsy the cool motorbike
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